Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 70

Iris’s POV

I finished up the last of my work assignments, trying to focus despite

the anxiety gnawing at me. It had been only two days since Megan

caught me with those prenatal records. Two days of waiting for the

other shoe to drop. Every time my phone rang or someone

approached my desk, I tensed, expecting Sebastien to storm in demanding explanations about the babies.

“Need anything else, Iris?” Lisa poked her head around my cubicle

divider, smiling warmly.

“No, I’m good. Thanks for asking though.” I returned her smile, still surprised by how the office dynamics had shifted. Ever since Megan’s failed attempt to undermine me, most of the department had quietly

aligned themselves with me. It was an unexpected development.

“Heading out early?” Lisa asked, eyeing my half–packed bag.

“Yeah, I’ve got this… thing tonight.” I hesitated, not wanting to

elaborate on attending a werewolf social function with Sebastien.

Lisa gave me a sympathetic look before slipping away. I sighed,

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gathering my things. This would be our final performance as a couple

before the werewolf community. The thought should have brought

relief, but instead, I felt a strange heaviness in my chest.

At the styling salon, I sat patiently as the stylist worked on my hair,

pinning it up in an elegant updo. She draped a white strapless gown

over me, the fabric flowing gracefully to the floor.

“You look absolutely stunning,” the stylist gushed, stepping back to

admire her work. “The Alpha will be speechless when he sees you.”

I forced a smile, doubting Sebastien would notice anything beyond

whether I was suitably presentable for his purposes. The stylist

continued fussing with my appearance, adding finishing touches to

my makeup.

“Every wolf in the pack will be envious tonight,” she continued

cheerfully. “You and Alpha Grey are truly blessed by the moon

goddess.”

I bit my tongue to stop myself from laughing bitterly. If only she

knew the reality behind our so–called blessed union.

The salon door opened, and I felt him before I saw him. Sebastien’s

presence filled the room immediately, his scent washing over me-

woodsy and sharp, like pine after rainfall. Our eyes met in the mirror,

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and I watched his gaze travel slowly over my reflection. Something

flickered in his eyes, but his expression remained impassive.

“What do you think, Alpha Grey?” the stylist asked excitedly. “Isn’t

she gorgeous?”

“It’s adequate,” Sebastien replied coldly, turning away.

The stylist’s smile faltered, and I felt a familiar ache in my chest.

Probably thinking about Megan again, I thought bitterly. Nothing I

ever did was enough.

As I gathered my things, the stylist leaned close to my ear. “Don’t

mind him,” she whispered. “He says ‘adequate,‘ but he couldn’t take

his eyes off you.”

I gave her a half–hearted smile. “Thanks, but I know better.”

In the car heading toward Lowell territory, I stared out the window at

the passing forest. Neither of us had spoken since leaving the salon.

The silence was heavy but familiar–we’d perfected the art of not

talking to each other over two years of marriage.

As we entered the deeper forest area where the Lowell estate was located, Sebastien suddenly reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. He held it out to me without looking my

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way.

“Put it on,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “The

Lowells are celebrating. I don’t want unnecessary suspicions or

questions tonight.”

I took the box reluctantly, opening it to find a ring with a moonstone

centerpiece surrounded by small diamonds. The stone caught the

fading sunlight, sending prisms dancing across the car’s interior.

“Two years of marriage without a ring, and now you suddenly care

about appearances?” I couldn’t keep the bitterness from my voice.

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